This story involves a guy who after finding out his wife is 
having an affair, leaves the suburbs for a quiet life in the 
city with his teenage son. However, country life isn’t 
always quiet when your past comes looking for you. If 
that’s not your thing, take a look at some of my other 
stuff at www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy. If you are still 
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   My House among the Hills
   
   Chapter 3
   Shot in the Dark
     (MF, MFF, Asian, preg, intr, FF, anal)
     
     Nobody really wants to come home from vacation, 
but for my family it was even scarier because somebody 
was looking for us. As we drove, nobody talked about 
what might be waiting back at our house among the hills. 
Our family was crazy enough, we didn’t need that extra 
drama.
     
     Complex might be a better word than crazy for 
describing the family. Two years ago, it had been my son 
Jonathan and I on our own in a respectable country 
house. His mother and I had to divorce the year before, 
and we had moved away so we could have a new start.
     
     A year later, Denise showed up on my doorstep with 
her daughters Maggie and Taylor. She had been my ex-
wife’s best friend, and unfortunately the wife of the man 
that my ex was having an affair with. Whereas I had 
been well taken care of by my ex father-in-law, Denise 
had been left destitute in her divorce. What was at first 
supposed to be a short stay until they could get back on 
their feet had developed into a relationship. Now, I 
considered Denise to be my wife, and we had a one-year-
old son together, Tristan.
     
     At the end of last summer, we were joined by Li 
Meiying, and her sons Kai and Quon. Back in China, she 
had been the wife of a Communist Party official. 
Unfortunately, he had abandoned her and the children. In 
order for the family to save face, her father who 
happened to be a business partner of my ex-father-in-
law arranged for her to come to the United States. She 
came for what was supposed to be a short stay to get 
acclimated to the country. However, from the second 
everyone met we knew that they would be staying. Now, 
Meiying was my second wife, and pregnant with a baby 
girl.
     
     Often it seemed as if I was the only one who found 
the situation strange. Denise and Meiying consider 
themselves sister wives, and had a physical relationship 
as well. Jonathan and Maggie had been dating for almost 
2 years, and keeping a promise not to have sex. Taylor 
and Kai, who happened to be born within a week of each 
other, were dating as well. Even though the older siblings 
had broken into couples, they still included Quon as often 
as they could, which he sometimes found annoying, as he 
was quiet and liked to have alone time.
     
     Quietly overlooking us all was my ex-father-in-law, 
Simeon Hall. He was a rich financier from New York, and 
spent the entirety of my marriage acting like the boy who 
grew up in foster care wasn’t good enough for his 
daughter. However, after the divorce he proved to be an 
important ally. Not only had he set me up with more 
money than I could ever spend and created a substantial 
trust fund for Jonathan, but he also provided allowances 
for both of my wives and set up trust funds for each new 
child to join the household. Over the last year, he had 
become a fantastic grandfather to all of the children. His 
one idiosyncrasy was a complete aversion to the 
telephone and email. All of my communications with him 
were by letter.
     
     Two other people were somewhere in the 
background though. My ex-wife Beth and Denise’s ex-
husband Mario were out there looking for us. Something, 
it wasn’t clear what, had happened to them after the 
divorce. While I should have taken pleasure in two of the 
most evil people I had ever known ending up down on 
their luck, I didn’t have that luxury. For some reason, 
they blamed their problems on us. According to my ex-
father-in-law, they were looking for some kind of 
revenge.
     
     That was the 500 pound gorilla in the room as we 
drove home. We really didn’t know what to expect. The 
house had an alarm system tied into the local police 
station, and Bob, our regular contractor who also 
happened to be a private investigator, was looking over 
our house. As it turned out, everything was fine when we 
got there.
     
     The tension didn’t go away as summer began, even 
when things got super busy. Jonathan had his second 
baseball season, while Taylor was playing softball. Kai 
had been studying martial arts since he was a child back 
in China, and had lessons every day. Remarkably, his 
instructor was Bob, who had learned several fighting 
styles years ago when he had been in the military. 
Maggie wasn’t athletic, but was really into conservation. 
Every chance she got she was volunteering to help clear 
trails, clean up streams, or even pick up garbage at the 
side of the road. Quon was our artistic child, and had art 
lessons almost every day. Afterward, he would sit for 
hours on the hill sketching or painting landscapes.
     
     And overriding everything was Meiying’s pregnancy. 
Everything had gone well, but as the weather got warmer 
she got more uncomfortable. Everyone was excited, so 
making preparations was more of a celebration than a 
chore. Kai and Quon were actually excited about having 
to share a room, which they had done for their entire 
lives until they moved into the house. By the beginning of 
July, we were ready.
     
     However just about that time, strange things began 
to happen. The first to notice something was Quon. He 
had been walking in the woods towards a little stream he 
wanted to sketch, and came across an area where it 
looked like somebody might have been camping. A few 
days later, Jonathan had noticed that something had 
raided our garbage. At first he thought it was a raccoon, 
but he noticed that more than food was missing, like half 
empty bottles of shampoo with which Maggie and Taylor 
had gotten bored. Those were not things that a raccoon 
would take.
     
     I began walking the property daily. I never saw 
anybody, but it seemed like more than one person was 
around. I talked to Bob, and he agreed something was 
up. I wrote a letter to my ex-father-in-law, to see if he 
had heard anything about Beth and Mario. A few days 
later, I received a response telling me that while he didn’t 
have definite information, a separate detective he had 
hired was pretty sure they were still looking for us in 
California. I asked some of the farmers if they had seen 
anything strange, and several said that they had had 
some food disappear. Always things like tomatoes or 
green beans that could be eaten cold. Finally other 
people in the town told me that while some strangers had 
been through town they didn’t match the description of 
Beth and Mario.
     
     Yet another thing made us nervous in mid-July. 
Meiying was a due any day, and the remnants of a 
hurricane were coming towards us. We talked about 
going to the hospital early, but she refused. She wanted 
to be at home with the family as much is possible. So, 
Denise tracked down a midwife in town who could be on 
call if needed. She also got some coaching in case she 
needed to do it herself.
     
     We were still nervous when the hurricane came, 
though. Even though at that point it was technically a 
tropical storm, there were still heavy winds and torrential 
rains. Everyone huddled close in the living room just in 
case the roof came off or a window broke. We weren’t 
surprised when the power went off.
     
     Just as things were calming down, we were startled 
to hear a loud knock at the door. We had no idea who it 
might be. We couldn’t think of any locals who might have 
come out in the storm. Anxiously, we waited for a few 
minutes. Another knock came. Jonathan, Maggie, and 
Taylor looked scared. Obviously, they thought it could be 
Mario. Then a voice yelled, “help! Let us in!”
     
     The voice did not sound familiar to me. However, 
when I looked towards Denise it seemed as if she was 
searching her memory, trying to place the voice. Finally, 
she said she was going to get the door, but told me to 
grab a gun that Bob had taught me how to use. I position 
myself so that I could shoot past Denise if the situation 
turned out to be the worst. For her part, Denise looked 
only slightly anxious. It was as if she had a vague idea 
who might be at the door.
     
     When the door opened, I was shocked to see a 
young looking black woman standing there with two 
children, a girl and a boy. For a moment she looked 
terrified, seeing a gun drawn on her. But the look passed 
in a second, as if this had happened to her before. Then 
quietly she said, “Miss Denise, I really need your help.”
     
     My wife smiled and said, “Kenya, last time I saw, 
you were a pregnant 16-year-old living on the streets. I 
tried to help you back then but you disappeared. I almost 
stopped working with runaways because of that. But I’m 
always willing to help you. Please come inside.”
     
     Though I thought that the woman and her children 
would want to clean up and put on dry clothing before we 
talked, they just asked to sit down. They smelled bad and 
looked dirty, but apparently this was something they 
were used to. Before the woman could speak, Denise 
explained that when she had met Kenya, the girl was a 
runaway fleeing a foster father who used to rape her. 
She was pregnant with his child. However just before the 
baby was born, she disappeared again.
     
     From there, Kenya picked up the story. The reason 
she had disappeared, was the Child and Youth Services 
had tracked her down. She was afraid they were going to 
send her back to the foster home, so she ran away to 
New York. That December alone in a hospital, she gave 
birth to a girl. She had thought about giving the child up 
for adoption, but when she saw the child’s deep brown 
eyes, she knew she couldn’t. Instead, she decided to sign 
up for social services and raise the baby. She named the 
little girl Christmas.
     
     When she left the hospital, she was placed in public 
housing. Because of Christmas, she couldn’t go back to 
high school. So instead she got her GED, and took a job 
at McDonald’s. Things were hard, but she was making 
ends meet. She thought things were getting even better 
when she met a guy who swept her off her feet.
     
     The dream quickly turned into a nightmare. He had 
convinced her to move in with him. He even got a new 
apartment that they would share. However, when she got 
there she realized she was in trouble. It turned out the 
guy was a pimp and effectively kidnapped her. He spent 
several days raping her and threatening to do all kinds of 
things to Christmas. Finally she relented and started 
working for him. Within a year, she was pregnant with 
another child, but had no idea who the father was.
     
     As the pregnancy progressed, she kept asking to see 
a doctor. Finally, the pimp agreed, though he said he 
would be waiting for her in the waiting room. Luckily, the 
guy wasn’t very smart and she was able to sneak out a 
back door. She had been on the streets all day, and then 
snuck back into the apartment that night. As she was 
sneaking Christmas out, the pimp was waiting for her. 
Without thinking, she grabbed a switchblade from a table 
and stabbed him. As he writhed on the ground, she stole 
a few hundred dollars he had in his pocket. Within an 
hour she was on a bus heading to Florida.
     
     Unfortunately, things didn’t work out there, or in 
Atlanta, or in Memphis, or in Chicago. She ended up 
bouncing around the eastern US from city to city trying 
to find places to live and work. Often though, she ended 
up on the streets with Christmas and her son Dante. 
About a year ago, everything had collapsed while they 
were back in the city where we used to live. A mix-up in 
urine samples had cost her a job because it came back 
positive for heroin. 
     In reality she had never used drugs, but Social 
Services would not believe her. After losing all of her 
benefits, she ended up on the streets. Eventually, she 
remembered that a woman named Denise Schultz was 
the one person who it truly tried to help her and decided 
to look for my wife. 
     
     Kenya wasn’t very clear about how she had found 
out where Denise was living, but they had been in and 
out of our town for a few months. It turns out that for the 
last few weeks it was them sleeping in the woods and 
stealing our garbage. The young woman just hadn’t 
known how to approach us. She had actually been 
thinking about moving on, but then the hurricane came.
     
     We had been so enraptured by the story that we 
hadn’t really thought that we should offer them anything. 
Finally, it was Maggie who mentioned that her family was 
down on their luck when they had come to the house. 
Then she mentioned that she and Taylor both felt much 
better after their shower and some dinner. Christmas and 
Dante, who had been sitting quietly the entire time, 
jumped at the idea. Our boys took Dante to Jonathan’s 
room, while the girls took Christmas to Maggie’s. 
     
     After the children were upstairs, Denise offered to 
take Kenya to her bathroom, so Meiying could continue 
to rest. However my second wife immediately shut down 
the idea, insisting that she should help our new guest. At 
first I didn’t understand why, but then I noticed Meiying 
looking her up and down. Kenya was looking at Meiying 
as well. It was obvious there was some kind of chemistry 
between them that my second wife wanted to explore.
     
     Eventually, only Denise and I were left downstairs 
with Tristan. I could tell what my wife wanted to ask, so I 
answered before she said anything. Kenya and her 
children could stay as long as they wanted. With that 
settled Denise gave me a long deep kiss and told me that 
I was in for a special treat that night. With one more kiss, 
she went upstairs to nurse Tristan. Sitting alone, I 
decided that since I didn’t know how long the power 
would be out I should probably grill up as much of the 
meat as possible. I also figured that while I had the grill 
going I might as well boil up some water and make a cup 
of instant coffee, my third cup of coffee that day.
     
     An hour and a half later it was a party on the back 
patio. Though all of the children were mingling, it seemed 
as if Quon and Christmas had hit it off particularly well. 
Immediately I could tell that they complemented each 
other well. Whereas the boy was quiet and reserved, 
Christmas was surprisingly outgoing for a street kid. 
When he talked about his art, she questioned him 
repeatedly. At one point, she even nudged up against 
him saying that she would like to be his model.
     
     Dante was a little more quiet, but took to Jonathan 
very easily. Apparently, he was a baseball fan and 
immediately thought my son was going to be the next 
Hall of Famer. No matter how much Jonathan explained 
that he probably wasn’t that good, Dante insisted that he 
had to come and watch my son’s next game. In a way, 
this made me feel good, as it seemed that Jonathan and 
Maggie would have a chaperone.
     
     However, it was Kenya I noticed most. Though she 
had been living on the street off and on for the past 10 
years, she still looked young—not even the 27 years old 
that she was. Also, unlike many people who have lived a 
hard life her skin still looked soft and smooth. Her hair 
fell in shoulder length dreadlocks still wet from being 
gently washed. Her chest was smaller than Denise’s but 
definitely larger than Meiying’s, and her butt looked 
better than either of theirs. I had never been an ass 
man, but for some reason looking at hers made me think 
I might be.
     
     The spontaneous party ended about 10 o’clock when 
Meiying got a strange look on her face. She stood up and 
said that it was time to go. Noticing that the back of her 
maternity dress was soaked, I realized she wasn’t 
kidding. As I ran inside to grab my keys, Denise and 
Kenya helped my second wife to the backseat of the car. 
It was already determined that Denise would be in the 
delivery room as well as me. Though the plan had been 
for Jonathan to be in charge, Denise changed the plan at 
the last second and said Kenya was in charge. Both 
Meiying and the children accepted this without question. 
For some reason I didn’t know, I felt like it was a good 
idea too. Our new guest was somebody I could trust.
     
     Three days later the new baby girl came home. 
Meiying chose the name Ning, which meant peaceful. And 
of course, the baby carried my last name. Everyone 
cooed and cuddled the new member of our family. 
Everyone was attentive to Meiying as well. Kenya seemed 
to take my second wife’s care upon herself.
     
     The next week a letter arrived from my ex-father-in-
law saying how happy he was that we had a new member 
of the family. As per usual, he had set up a trust fund for 
the new baby. Unfortunately, the second part of the 
letter said that Beth and Mario had fallen off the radar. 
The last he had been able to determine, they decided we 
weren’t in California and were headed back east.
     
     This posed a major problem. Though the alarm 
system was installed, we had not had any of the other 
security problems fixed. In addition, the house didn’t 
have enough room. Christmas was sleeping on an air 
mattress in in Jonathan’s study, while Dante was on 
another in Jonathan’s room. It took a little while to figure 
out where to put Kenya. Sleeping on the couch was out 
of the question considering that people were looking for 
us. We talked about Denise’s room, but Tristan was still 
nursing and didn’t always sleep through the night. So 
Denise needed to be close to his room. Meiying had 
suggested that Kenya could share her room, which made 
it abundantly clear there was an interest, but Ning 
proved to be a fussy baby so that was out of the 
question. Eventually, we decided that for the time being 
Kenya would sleep in my office.
     
     The next day, we talked to Bob in both of his 
capacities, our contractor and the private investigator. 
When we said we would need rooms for more people he 
rolled his eyes but quickly sketched out something he 
thought would work. With a wink, he asked me where he 
should put the new bedroom. Meiying answered by 
saying it should be close to her. It was settled, work 
would begin in a few days.
     
     Having Kenya on my floor made things slightly 
uncomfortable. When one lives on the streets, they learn 
to do whatever it takes to survive. Apparently, one of the 
things Kenya had used was sex. Though we had told her 
we were willing to give her anything she needed, she 
asked me for things with the suggestion of sex. 
Numerous times she would come out of the room and 
pass me in the hall wearing only her bra and panties. She 
would ask me how she looked in that particular set. 
Despite stretch marks on her stomach from having two 
babies, she always looked amazing. Her breasts 
somehow were still firm, which was strange after having 
two babies. But her butt was amazing. Denise had gotten 
her some nice stuff at Victoria’s Secret, all of which 
emphasized those particular curves. So whenever Kenya 
turned around, I felt like I wanted to have her. It was 
almost a relief when she would face me and I could see a 
huge bush of thick black hair flowing out all sides of the 
panties.
     
     At first, I tried to keep this to myself afraid that I 
might put a wedge between Kenya and my wives. 
Eventually though, I decided I needed to tell the person 
who was my greatest confidant, Denise. It was true that I 
in essence had two wives, but Meiying was always clear 
that Denise ranked ahead of her. That was good, because 
for me Denise always came to mind first.
     
     Knowing that Denise had worked with Kenya in the 
past, I figured she would understand our guest’s issues. 
However, I wasn’t expecting my wife to giggle and be 
slightly amused. When I told her that I thought it was an 
issue, she simply dismissed me saying I had nothing to 
worry about. When I said flat out that I thought Kenya 
was trying to seduce me, Denise laughed saying it wasn’t 
time for that yet. She followed up by asking if I noticed 
Meiying had not been coming to my bedroom lately. I 
said that I had, but figured it was only because she had 
just had the baby. Denise winked and said that was only 
one reason.
     
     That night when Denise came to my room, she didn’t 
come to my bed. Instead, she took me by the hand and 
led me to the closet Meiying normally came through. 
Quietly we descended the stairs and slid through the 
secret door in the closet. The door was already open a 
crack as if whomever was in the room was expecting us 
to watch.
     
     On the bed I saw Meiying reclined with her back on 
the headboard of her bed. Sitting between her legs, back 
to her chest was Kenya. Meiying was nuzzling at her neck 
while our guest was trying to carry on a conversation. 
Trying to fight the distraction that she was obviously 
enjoying, I heard Kenya say, “I’m just so thankful to him, 
to all of you. It’s really the least I can do for him.”
     
     Meiying purred her response, “He really doesn’t 
expect that. He doesn’t expect anything from you. We 
really just want to help.”
     
     Kenya sat up and spun around. Sitting cross-legged, 
she looked at Meiying and said, “Well, I don’t mean I 
want to have ‘thank you sex’. I just really like being here, 
and I want to be part of what all of you have. And I think 
that would be part of it.”
     
     “Does that mean you want to be a sister–wife too?” 
my second wife asked.
     
     The black woman thought for a moment, and said 
“Yes, that’s what I want.”
     
     “Well, my beautiful. Just give it a little while and be 
your wonderful self. I’m sure he’ll grow to love you like 
he loves me. He’ll never love either of us as much as he 
loves Denise, but I’m sure he will love you,” Meiying said 
with a smile. “Now I need to make you feel welcome.”
     
     With that, Kenya leaned in and gently kissed 
Meiying. As they kissed, the black woman ran her fingers 
through my second wife’s long raven hair. For her part, 
Meiying gently played with Kenya’s dreadlocks. After a 
few minutes, they gently slipped off each other’s shirts. 
Their hands explored each other’s bodies. 
     
     After a while, Kenya began to kiss her way down 
Meiying’s neck and then under her chest. She worked her 
way down kissing around the outsides of the Asian 
woman’s breasts. She teasingly looked at one of 
Meiying’s nipples, to which my second wife told her to 
save the milk for the baby. Playfully our guest made a 
pouty he face for being denied the opportunity to nurse 
at her lover’s breast, but then continued to work her way 
down from Meiying’s chest across her belly. 
     
     Next, Kenya slipped off Meiying’s panties. Sliding the 
rest of the way between her legs, she began to kiss the 
inside of my second wife’s thighs. I could tell Meiying was 
getting more turned on by the way she arched, her head 
back and chest out. She let out a purr when Kenya’s 
tongue started to flick up and down her slit. It only took 
the gentlest touch of the black woman’s tongue to send 
Meiying into a bucking orgasm.
     
     Watching this, I was getting very turned on. 
Absentmindedly, I had started stroking myself through 
my boxers. When I looked over at Denise, I could tell 
that the show had the same effect on her, as she had her 
hand inside her panties and was gently rubbing herself. 
When she noticed me looking at her, she told me that 
after the second act I could have her.
     
     No sooner had she said that, then the second act 
began. Kenya and Meiying quickly switched places. My 
second wife didn’t waste any time and immediately went 
for the black woman’s breasts. After a few minutes of 
kissing each and sucking on the nipples, Meiying pulled 
back. With a big smile she pulled off our guests panties. 
With an angelic smile, she asked Kenya if she was ready.
     
     Looking deep into my second wife’s eyes and 
smiling, Kenya replied that she was. With that, Meiying 
sneered and slapped the black woman across the face. 
“So you like it hard bitch,” my second wife said in a 
mocking tone. To my shock, Kenya just moaned and said 
she did and she wanted Meiying to make her feel it.
     
     Hearing that response, Meiying slid back between 
Kenya’s legs and push them apart roughly. She attacked 
the black woman slit with her tongue, making Kenya 
grunt loudly. As Meiying forced it in and out, she pinched 
and pulled the other woman’s clit. After a little while of 
that, my second wife switched the places of her tongue 
with her finger.
     
     I could tell Kenya was enjoying by the way she 
bucked her hips. So naturally, I thought Meiying was 
going to get our guest off by finger fucking her while she 
licked her clit.  However, my second wife was only 
getting her fingers wet because almost immediately she 
pulled them up and rammed them deep into the black 
woman’s ass.
     
     I had never seen anything like it. Kenya’s eyes shot 
open as she sat bolt upright. Somehow, she managed to 
muffle her scream. Then she sunk back on the bed telling 
Meiying it had been the best time yet. My second wife 
slid on top of her and kissed her. Looking discretely at 
the closet door where Denise and I were watching, she 
said in a surprisingly sultry voice, “Oh, you think that was 
good? Well just wait until David fucks you.”
     
     I wasn’t sure if the comment was directed at Denise 
and me, but I decided that it was a good idea to get out 
of there no matter. Taking Denise by the hand, I led her 
through the secret door and back upstairs to my room. 
We didn’t even make it to the bed. Instead, we made 
love in the middle of the floor with Denise telling me I 
could have Kenya if I wanted her.
     
     By the time school was back in session, the 
renovations were done and things had achieved a new 
normal. However, a letter from my ex-father-in-law gave 
us great concern once again. Apparently Beth and Mario 
had been back in our old city asking around about where 
they could find us. At first I was relatively confident that 
we would be fine, as other than my divorce lawyer and 
my ex-father-in-law’s attorney with whom he had 
negotiated, I hadn’t actually told anyone where we were 
moving. But then it occurred to me that at least two 
people had discovered. When I asked Denise how she 
knew where to find us, she said that the divorce attorney 
had known. When I pushed for some more details it 
became obvious that it had been set up by my ex-father-
in-law. It was weird, apparently even back then he was 
aware of something I wasn’t.
     
     The greatest concern though came from Kenya’s 
answer. Our guest had started her search by going to the 
runaway center charity at which Denise had volunteered. 
Nobody there knew how to get a hold of her, but they did 
refer her to the school district from which my wife had 
been fired. Apparently, the high school where Denise 
would occasionally teach had contacted the old school 
district before they put Denise on the substitute list. 
Kenya had come to the town and just asked a couple of 
people. It had been that simple. At that moment, we 
realized it was only a matter of time.
     
     However, for a long time nothing happened. All of us 
were nervous though, so when Halloween came around 
we decided that instead of having the children go trick-
or-treating, we would have a bonfire at our house. All 
told there were about 50 kids and 20 adults. The party 
wasn’t wild, but it was chaotic enough that was hard to 
tell who was coming in who was going.
     
     While cleaning up Taylor found one of her friend’s 
baseball caps. Not wanting to forget it the next day, she 
ran it out to the SUV Denise would drive her to school in 
the next day. She wasn’t gone for more than a minute 
when a gun shot rang out. Meiying quickly started 
ushering the other children upstairs, while Denise 
grabbed a handgun for me and a shotgun for herself.
     
     The situation was bleak when we got outside, but it 
wasn’t the worst that could have happened. In the 
driveway, we saw a white cargo van. Next to the driver 
side stood my ex-wife, Beth. On the other side was 
Beth’s ex-husband, Mario. His arm was around Taylor’s 
neck, and he pointed a gun at her head.
     
     When he saw us come out, he sneered and said, “I 
thought that would get your attention. You asses ruined 
our lives. After getting rid of you two, we were supposed 
to get old Simeon Hall’s money. But you had to go make 
your perfect little family, and then you become the heir 
he always wanted. Well, Beth and I are just going to get 
what’s ours anyway. I hear the old man treats my kids 
like his own grandchildren. And I’m sure he’ll pay good 
money to have this one back. But you know, before he 
does I think she needs to be broken a little bit. How 
about it little girl? Do you want your daddy to fuck you 
the way he used to fuck your mother?” While saying that, 
Mario grabbed Taylor’s breast.
     
     For just a second, Mario let the gun drop slightly so 
that it was no longer pointing at Taylor. I thought about 
raising my gun and trying to shoot, but didn’t have that 
much confidence. I also knew that a shotgun blast would 
probably hurt Taylor too, so there was nothing Denise 
could do. However, while I was cursing the heavens 
about how this could happen, I saw the flash of the porch 
light reflecting off metal. Then all of a sudden Mario’s 
eyes opened wide. Though it was dark and he was a little 
bit away, I could have sworn I saw his eyes roll back in 
his head as he slumped to the ground. Beth yelled to 
him, but when he didn’t respond she hopped into the 
driver seat of the van and sped down the driveway. 
Denise and I ran from the porch towards Taylor who sat 
on the ground crying. When we got to her, I jumped to 
the ground and cradled her in my arms. Denise, on the 
other hand, lifted the shotgun and fired at the van. 
Unfortunately, she missed as it peeled out of the 
driveway and onto the road.
     
     From beside me I heard a quiet voice, “That was 
stupid, David. The first thing you do is clear the gun. 
Then you make sure he’s dead.” 
     
     It had never occurred to me that I should check 
Mario before I took care of Taylor. For all I knew, he 
could have been doing something to draw Denise and me 
out of the house with our guard down. However, when I 
looked over to the voice I saw Kenya had kicked the gun 
away. It really was of no consequence though, as there 
was a switchblade knife stuck deep inside Mario’s temple. 
When I looked up at her she sadly said, “You’re going to 
ask anyway, so yes I did throw that. And yes, I was sure 
I wasn’t going to hit Taylor. Living on the streets you get 
to be good at stuff like that. God, I really hate to deal 
with the police.”
     
     Almost on cue, police pulled into the driveway lights 
and sirens blaring. Just behind them was Bob’s truck. 
Though we explained the situation up and down, they still 
insisted on taking Kenya to the police station. Meiying, 
who had just come outside, begged to go with them. 
Denise volunteered as well. However, Bob insisted that 
he could have it taken care of with one phone call. I 
agreed on behalf of the entire family because I knew the 
person on the other end of the phone would be Simeon 
Hall.
     
     Because of statements that had to be taken and 
forms that needed to be filled out, Kenya didn’t get home 
until the next day. Once Bob had fully explained the 
situation and my ex-father-in-law’s attorneys had gotten 
involved, she had been treated exceedingly well. 
However, her experiences with the police on the streets 
had not been good, so she resented it anyway. She said 
that all she really wanted to do was sleep it off.
     
     After she went upstairs, Bob and the police chief who 
had driven Kenya home give us an update on the 
situation. Essentially, they had no idea where Beth was. 
The van was found abandoned by a river about half an 
hour away. That was where the trail ended. At first, they 
thought she may have had another vehicle, but they 
couldn’t find any other tire tracks. It was possible that 
she had fled on foot, but the only footprints went down to 
the water. For a while, they were stumped and even 
considered that she might have killed herself by jumping 
into the river. However, an offhand radio conversation 
with a Police Department down the river yielded one clue. 
Just after dawn, a lone kayaker had been seen about 20 
miles down the river. When asked, I said that that was 
something Beth had always wanted to try. The chief 
called it in, but about an hour later he got a call back that 
the state police had swept a chopper over the river and 
couldn’t find anyone. My ex-wife was gone.
     
     Denise, Meiying, and I asked the children to go 
upstairs because there were some things we needed to 
talk about. We agreed that we couldn’t live our lives 
scared, so we wouldn’t move or keep the kids out of 
activities. For a while though, would be extra vigilant. But 
in reality, we couldn’t see Beth coming after us again—
not that quickly.
     
     The other topic we needed to discuss was Kenya. We 
agreed that she had definitely saved Taylor’s life. To us 
throwing the knife might have seemed reckless, but in 
the few months she lived with us we had come to trust 
our guest. If she was confident she could do it, then that 
was good enough for us. 
     
     The other matter was how Kenya would continue to 
live with us. There had not been any question for some 
months that she and her children would be staying for 
the long-term. However, there was the capacity. To this 
point, Meiying had been her only lover in the house. We 
decided that tonight that would change. Kenya wanted to 
be my third wife… she would be tonight.
     
     That night as the cold autumn wind howled outside, 
Denise and I sat on the side of my bed waiting. Soon 
enough, one of the closet doors opened—the one with the 
secret passage to Meiying’s bedroom and, as we had 
discovered, to Kenya’s as well. As my wife and I stood, 
Meiying, my second wife, led this young black woman 
who would be my third to my bed. Both wore matching 
bras and panties making them look like two women of 
equal rank. This contrasted to Denise who wore white, 
which my wives had decided only she could where as a 
sign of her rank—first among my wives.
     
     There had been a rehearsal, but no words were 
needed for the ceremony that was about to take place. 
So, silently we started. 
     
     The first to start was Meiying, who kissed Kenya 
deeply and passionately. It was more than the kiss of two 
women who had often enjoyed each other’s bodies. I 
could tell it was a kiss between two women who already 
felt deep affection for each other. As the kiss became 
more intense, their hands wandered over each other, 
never touching any sexual parts. They had already been 
there. Independent of either being my wives, Meiying and 
Kenya were couple.
     
     Next, it was Denise’s turn. Her kiss with Kenya was 
also passionate, but it was also obvious that the two 
women were of unequal power. Denise controlled the kiss 
and Kenya only responded. For me, it was not as 
enjoyable as watching Meiying and Kenya.
     
     Finally, it was my turn with Kenya. First I kissed her 
deeply, vaguely tasting Meiying on her lips. Apparently 
my second and third wife had warmed up before they 
came up stairs. As we kissed, I gently removed her bra. 
After it had fallen to the floor, I gently pushed her 
panties to the floor as well. My hands roamed her body. 
Her breasts were firm, not sagging at all, and her skin 
was remarkably smooth for somebody who had spent 
time on the streets.
     
     In due course, I took Kenya by the hand and led her 
to the bed. Denise and Meiying helped lay her down. 
Then one sat on each side as I got between her legs. She 
was unshaven, and I could feel the course hair as I 
approached her with my fingers. However, under the hair 
I could feel that she was wet. I asked her if she was sure 
this is what she wanted. She replied that it was. Then 
Denise asked her if she was willing to risk having the 
baby. Again Kenya said that she was.
     
     When I heard her say that, I was so turned on that I 
couldn’t help but slam myself inside of her. At first I 
thought it may have been a bad idea, but Kenya bucked 
her hips back into me and said she liked it hard. So I 
began to pound her as hard as I could, which made her 
moan loudly. She was the loosest of my three wives, she 
gave me plenty of room to maneuver inside of her trying 
different angles. I fucked her, Meiying sucked on one 
nipple and Denise sucked on the other. Occasionally, they 
would take a break and kiss each other. It didn’t take me 
long, before I was grunting heavily and coming hard 
inside the black woman below me.
     
     As I looked down at Kenya splayed on the bed below 
me, I noticed her attention had turned away from me. 
Instead, she was smiling and staring back at Meiying. In 
that moment I understood that I did not really have three 
wives. Instead, I was just a guy who had given them a 
place to stay. I felt like a dupe.
     
     Half an hour later, Kenya and Meiying had left to 
“get some rest”.  However, I knew they were really only 
going to enjoy each other’s bodies, and take care of Ning.  
Denise, on the other hand, had gone downstairs to nurse 
Tristan.  I was alone with nothing by my thoughts.  
     
     Feeling sorry for yourself can be exhausting—truly 
exhausting. So after a few minutes of silently lamenting 
what I had gotten myself into, I rolled over face down in 
my pillow and fell asleep. Then sometime in the middle of 
the night I heard one of the closet doors open. Feeling 
very alone, I desperately hoped that it was Denise come 
to hold me. 
     
     However, my senior most wife would always lie on 
the right side of my bed, this woman lay on my left. In 
addition, she smelled of spiced body oil as if she had just 
gotten out of a shower which she had taken so she could 
present herself to me. When her hands touched me and I 
realized they were smooth but firm from the streets in a 
hard life, I knew that it was Kenya.
     
     “David,” she said quietly. “I wanted to come and 
thank you again.”
     
     I was suddenly taken aback. Right after I had made 
her my third wife, she had left with Meiying. Now she was 
back. “Is Meiying coming too?” I asked sounding more 
like an ungrateful teenager than a grown man with 
responsibilities to a large and complicated family.
     
     After telling me she was alone, Kenya asked if it was 
obvious that she was in love with Meiying. When I told 
her that it was, she sighed and said, “David, I do love 
her. I know I haven’t known her for very long, but I do 
feel that she’s my soulmate. That doesn’t mean that I 
don’t love you or that I don’t want to be married to you. 
She might be the one I love passionately and 
romantically, but the way I love you is different and 
possibly stronger. In Africa, many men have more than 
one wife. There, marriage isn’t about love like it is here. 
It’s about the community of family. That’s how I see this 
home. We’re not just a family, but we’re a little 
community all by ourselves. Honestly, I’ve never really 
had either. So I’m incredibly grateful that you let me 
become part of yours. For the first time in my life, I’m 
experiencing true romantic love for another person, it 
may be Meiying, but I love you because you are my 
protector, my guide, and even in some ways like a 
father. My feelings for her may change, but I know my 
feelings for you never will. You are a great man and I am 
lucky that you have allowed me to be here.”
     
     At this point, the woman lying next to me was gently 
sobbing. I knew it wasn’t from sadness, but rather from 
an overflowing of emotions that had built up over the 
years that she finally felt she could express. I pulled her 
close and for a few minutes let her use my shoulder to 
rest her head.
     
     When the sobbing stopped, we held each other in 
silence for a few minutes. Then Kenya told me that she 
knew she was pregnant—she just knew it. It was the 
right time, and she could feel it like she had with 
Christmas and Dante. Now, she told me that she would 
give herself to me completely. She asked if I had ever 
had anal sex, and I told her that I hadn’t. Then she said, 
“white girls and Asian girls will give themselves 
emotionally to a man, but most won’t give their entire 
body. Black women give their man everything. Tonight, I 
want to feel you cum in my ass.” With that, she rolled 
onto her back spread her legs and told me to start there.
     
     
      As I got between her legs, I thought about asking 
about lubrication. But when my cock found her pussy, I 
realized that she was so wet I wouldn’t need any. I went 
slowly, as I didn’t want to disappoint her by coming in 
the wrong place. After a few minutes, Kenya pushed me 
up and said that she was ready. She rolled over, and got 
up doggy style. Looking back over her shoulder, she slyly 
said, “Now take my ass, claim it as yours, treat me like 
an eager slut.”
     
     I was honestly not sure how to do with this, so after 
slowly sliding myself inside her I let Kenya take the lead. 
As she slowly rocked back and forth taking a little bit 
more each time, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. 
Her ass was tight, but relaxed. It was obvious she had 
done this before. When I was finally sliding all the way in, 
she told me to grab her hips and go gently. Soon though, 
I got the hang of how she liked it. When I started to 
thrust harder, she told me to pull her hair back. All the 
while, she was telling me to call her a slut and a whore 
and every demeaning and derogatory word that I had 
ever heard, and some that I had never heard. Finally, as 
I was about to come she told me to push her onto the 
bed. As she lay face down in the pillow, I came hard 
inside her ass. She must’ve liked it, because I felt her 
come too.
     
     As I lay on top of Kenya’s back still panting, I heard 
a low moan in the closet and the door close. One of my 
other wives had been watching us. My third wife and I 
both giggled as I rolled off of her. Talking about the show 
somebody had seen. I expected her to leave, but instead 
she curled up next to me and said that tonight I was 
hers. I felt closer to her than I ever had. I knew that this 
hadn’t been a mistake.
     
     The next few months were peaceful and cheerful. 
Denise, Meiying, and Kenya all acted as wives, though it 
was obvious Denise was senior, and all the children 
treated me as their father. I really understood what 
Kenya meant about being a community as well as a 
family. There was no jealousy among the wives. And the 
children viewed each woman as an extension of their own 
mother. If any of the three spoke, the children listened. 
Meiying observed that it was because the children saw 
the three of them as all speaking for me.
     
     Eventually though, both anxiety and great joy came 
over the house. The anxiety was that my ex-wife was still 
off the radar. Simeon Hall’s private investigators had 
tracked her to the port of Baltimore, but then she 
disappeared. There was a rumor she had taken passage 
on a cargo vessel and was now somewhere in Latin 
America. But realistically nobody knew where she was.
     
     On the other hand, the joy was because we would 
have another addition to the house. Kenya was correct 
she was pregnant. And while I had previously had my 
doubts as to whether she could actually sense she was 
pregnant, I was convinced she could when the doctor 
said that though we had had a lot of sex, it was obvious 
she had gotten pregnant on the first night we had been 
together. So the next July we would have another baby.
     
     Thanksgiving passed, and then Christmas, and as 
winter passed, the fears of the previous year slowly faded 
away. All of the older children excelled in school, sports, 
and all of their other activities, more than we could have 
imagined. Tristan and Ning were both developing more 
quickly than we could have imagined. The former even 
began to talk well before his second birthday, while the 
latter started to walk early. Kenya’s pregnancy seemed to 
go pretty easily. It must’ve been from her years on the 
street, because she seemed to take any discomfort in 
stride.
     
     And of course my ex-father-in-law was looking over 
us the whole time. Trust funds were set up for Christmas 
and Dante, and like my other wives Kenya was given an 
allowance. His team of private detectives was still 
tracking my ex-wife, Beth, who had definitively been 
spotted in El Salvador of all places.
     
     As the school year ended, we decided to plan 
another vacation. However, instead of the beach we 
decided to do something different. Except for Jonathan, 
Maggie, and Taylor none of the kids had been to Disney 
World. So in early June, we were on Simeon Hall’s private 
jet for Orlando.
     
     -End-

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